Best Reprises Poems

The Pied Piper from New York City – Part One

Dare his name be said?
I say, of course, Yes! 

The Pied Piper, himself, is the man,...

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Every time I get happy
the Nana-Hex 
comes through.
A dog's canines 
change into chainsaws,
toothpicks turn into knives,
coral reefs diverge into dirty sponges,
a sandcastle into a mausoleum,
a...

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Words were born that they might find your ear.
A gentle breath against you, my lips brush your skin
with the desire to whisper every word you...

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Under the clanky aluminum conduit
I sit easy eyed, watching 
My work boots, drink up rainfall 
The lively band above 
Reprises once more
Her thunderous piece
Perking up...

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I hear the words. In autumn's silent verse
lie anapestic wafts of falling leaves
with golden syllables both bright and terse,
the crimson pluck of summer as it...

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SHOES, BAGS AND TAGS

I’ve got a thing for handbags, all shapes and sizes
It’s a bother changing, but the occasion always arises
Whether pink, black, white, or...

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Translation of Eric Mottram’s KRIM: AN AUTOBIOGRAPHY TO SEPTEMBER 1989 - II by T. Wignesan

( This poem is from the collection, ESTUARIES: Poems 1989-91. Twickenham:...

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Fragments and crumbs of life, all the little pieces
Your cousins and your wife, your nephews and your nieces
Your kids and your grand kids; their elbows...

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Je m’adresse au mystère du temps,

Es-tu mon ennemi ou mon meilleur ami? Je n’ai jamais réalisé avant ce moment que les enfants n’ont pas de...

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Has society taken a wrong turn
Is there something we can learn,
From the viciousness printed by the press
To the sick trolls on the internet,
Who hide behind...

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She loves freely

But she knows where her heart belongs

She'd be with other souls

But in her heart she loved him so

And he felt the same way

And...

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My heart through its eyes
 So looking for a woman who reprises 
In her present form she reaches out 
Accordingly as my heart remembers her...

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The sky felt dense,

The mood it gave off,

Like moths in hue,

And butterflies in pale,

 

The showering of haze,

Over us at ease,

It’s not seen,

And there I...

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As one life door closes
all incarnates swing opens our
afterlight reprises all spiritual energy
presupposing all existent notions
why give it away to ---unfounded FEARS?...

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Chapter 1: The End of the Eastern Gilded Age


'Twas thrice yon 'ere time clichés galore, albeit, one two many times, that fairy tale's opening wouldst...

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